The Grand Escape to SW France and our own Wellness Centre
Posted in Voyages5 mn read I met my man when he was 50 and we married three years later when I reached my own half-century…
5 mn read I met my man when he was 50 and we married three years later when I reached my own half-century…
8 mn read Pilgrimage – originally a journey to the shrine of a saint or holy person, undertaken alone or in the company (think the Canterbury Tales) to give thanks, worship, ask them for something or just taking the time to work things out at a turning point in life.
5 mn read Imagine a windy but warm night at 10pm on 1 August 2017. Three women gather outside a blue beach hut at Hove Lagoon. Fishing boat lights twinkle on the horizon, and Carl and John, the two resident homeless chaps are already bedded down for the night on their beach shelter benches.
8 mn read I could feel my heart beginning to swell as I approached the brow of the hill, and I freewheeled down, until there she was before me – my beloved river: my place of sanctuary and delight…
6 mn read I’ve been home-free and nomadic for over four years now. Time seems to be moving at the speed of light these days, and it doesn’t feel that long since I left the house I’d rented for ten years, packed my ‘stuff’ into storage and stepped (well, actually drove) into freedom.
6 mn read Somewhere in the Kumaon Hills, where gods circle mortals like vultures, a blue troupe of uniformed children accost me on their way home.
4 mn read I casually mentioned to people that I was going to Cap d’Agde this September. Most of my friends didn’t know where that was or what it was…
8 mn read ‘How could you possibly have such a purity in a clay creature? A clay creature is always a mixture of light and darkness.’ John O’Donohue